Zhichun hugged a snow-white sleepy bear. He climbed up out of bed with squinted eyes. He rubbed his eyes as he walked. "Who is it---if you disturb people's dreams in the middle of the night, they will be struck by lightning." He said lazily.
As he spoke, he huffed and haha, still feeling sleepy.
Descending the stairs hazily.
"Hey~" The little head bumped into another person's body, still squinting. "It's Lanlan. You were woken up too. Then you open the door and I'll go to sleep."
She sat down on the stairs, hugged the little bear, and continued to sleep while leaning on the escalator.
‘Ding bell, ding bell, ding bell~~’ the doorbell never stopped. The big clock on the wall was pointing to 3 o’clock this time.
Feeling extremely tired, Jiumei Luolan opened the door.
"Yan Lingxi?" Jiumei Luolan was startled when she saw the person at the door. How could he come here so late?
Yan Lingxi's face was dull, his eyes were red, and his expression was extremely depressed.
Realizing that something was wrong with Yan Lingxi, Jiumei Luolan opened her eyes wide and kept herself awake. "It's so late? Is something wrong? Come into the room first."
Opening the door, Yan Lingxi did not move a step. He clenched his fists and the veins on the back of his hands popped out.
"What happened?" My heart suddenly became uneasy. There was also a slight hint of nervousness in my tone.
"Discovered...in the eastern suburbs of..." At this point, Yan Lingxi choked up and seemed to have no strength to continue.
His expression and behavior made Jiumei Luolan puzzled. What big thing happened to make him so anxious? And... "What did you find? Come in first. Why are you the only one here? Didn't Feng come?"
Yan Lingxi hit the door frame heavily with one hand. "Feng's body was found in the eastern suburbs..." The heavy tone made the surrounding air become heavy instantly.
Jiumei Luolan's eyes instantly became dull. She stared blankly at Yan Lingxi. In her blank mind, only that sentence lingered. Feng's corpse... Feng's corpse...
'It turns out that Feng's body was found in the eastern suburbs. What did you think it was? Really...wait, what did he say? Found the body?' Xia Zhichun, who was full of sleepiness, suddenly raised his head in surprise and pinched the
On Sleepy Bear. "What? What are you talking about!" Leaving Sleepy Bear behind, Xia Zhichun ran down the stairs quickly. Did she hear it right? This was not a dream. The person standing at the door was Yan Yan.
Ling Xi? He said Feng is dead?
"What are you talking about? Feng is... cultivator? Saint? Feng?" Xia Zhichun asked Yan Lingxi cautiously, fearing that he would say the wrong thing or pronounce the wrong name.
"No, it's not Xiu Shengfeng. It can't be him. Zhichun, today is April Fool's Day. Please treat Yan Lingxi well. I'm going to bed." Jiumei Luolan turned around and patted Xia Zhichun's shoulder.
Yes...how could it be Xiu Shengfeng? Today is April Fool's Day, right? What's the date today? What's the date? It must be that I haven't woken up yet.
"It's him!! His body is at my house. Do you want to go over... and have a look..." Each word became more serious.
A line of clear tears streaked down her cheeks, moistening her eyes and lips. Jiumei Luolan raised her hand and touched her moist face. Tears kept flowing down on her fingertips.
"Why should I cry? Why should I cry? He is not dead. Why should I cry!!!!" He screamed and broke the quiet night.
"Lanlan————" Xia Zhichun looked at Lanlan. Oh my God, it was just one night, what happened. "Xi, stop joking! Lanlan...how could Xiu Shengfeng die?
Isn’t it? Tell me, isn’t it?”
I'm incoherent. I don't know what to say. This news is too sudden, too sudden.
"How could I joke about my brother's death!!" Yan Lingxi was furious. How could he, how could he joke about his brother's death!
Jiumei Luolan turned around fiercely, "I want to see him..." and ran out the door quickly...Xiu Shengfeng, you won't die. No way...'Wait for me, I'll come see you. I